Poems (Rice)/On Ames' Picture of "Maud Müller"
ON AMES' PICTURE OF "MAUD MÜLLER."
THE canvas quite glows with this wonder of art,
From my memory surely it never will part—
This image which greeted my vision while there;
Why language quite fails when I try to compare
This picture of Maud, which the poet portrayed,
And Ames has with beauty and grace so arrayed;
So perfect and lovely the beautiful whole,
As though it contained a pure living soul.
From my memory surely it never will part—
This image which greeted my vision while there;
Why language quite fails when I try to compare
This picture of Maud, which the poet portrayed,
And Ames has with beauty and grace so arrayed;
So perfect and lovely the beautiful whole,
As though it contained a pure living soul.
Conceptions how lofty the painter inspired;
And as he embodied how much he admired;
His dream how enchanting, his colors sublime,
So blended each tint by his touch half divine,
Spiritual, aye, still a creature of life,
Here born to be burdened with anguish and strife;
To the painter so gifted I fain would appeal
That he may no more such beauties reveal.
And as he embodied how much he admired;
His dream how enchanting, his colors sublime,
So blended each tint by his touch half divine,
Spiritual, aye, still a creature of life,
Here born to be burdened with anguish and strife;
To the painter so gifted I fain would appeal
That he may no more such beauties reveal.